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Daniel... Daniel Jones... Thats my name... Right... Daniel Jones... It just doesnt sound me anymore...
The streets are cold and lonely.
But it is my name, and these are my streets, streets that dont recognize me anymore than they used tooIm just another set of shoes walking down the same old paths of so many before meSo many that didnt stop to notice how much the sidewalks had been treaded upon, or how much smog hung in the air
I shouldnt be holding on, but Im still holding on for you.
No, Im holding on for sanity, thats what Im holding on forYou cant tell me that seven years of silence in a town that knows no names is good for youBut thats why he left, wasnt it? To find somewhere that did know his name? To find that light that was never shinning for me?
Here I go again, I promised myself I wouldnt think of you today
But I do think about you and usWhat went wrongIf it was me, or if it was just you and your career screaming for releaseIf you imagined that it wasnt worth it anymore, or if there really was something thereI guess Ill never know
Its been seven months and counting
Wrong Dan, its been seven years, and not a word has been spoken between us, not a mumble, not a curse, not even a decent good-bye
Youve moved on, I still feel exactly the same
I do with everything inside meAnd I regret everything I said to you to make you think I wanted out, made you think I didnt want it anymoreTo make you think I didnt want you
Its just that everywhere I go, all the buildings know your name like photographs of memories of love
They doAnd they scream your nameAll the hotels we stayed at, all the doors we walked through together, always there as a reminder of what we once had, and will never have again
Steal and granite reminders, the city calls your name and I cant go on
And thats why Im here, in the city that you loved so much, not being able to let it go, not being able to shut it out, to lock it down where it belongsNo, I cant go on, so I stand alone on these crowded streets, surrounded by people on all sides, but feeling completely and utterly alone
Theres hope in the darkness, you know youre going to make it through
Well, I guess I am leaving tomorrowOn that wonderful jet plane back homeBack to, well, back to where it all started and back to where I belongBut I guess there is hope, hope in the thought that maybe youll come back, just maybe have time to say helloI guess I can only hope
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Of all the planes in the world...I had to get on the one going straight to him...I told myself to go home, and where am I going? Straight to him...Even if it is on the way, I can't convince myself of that...
Am I all alone in the universe...
At this very moment, in my own self pity, I know I am. No one knows the feeling that can sympathize with me...No one knows me anymore, and no one cares what happens. I'm just another face in the crowd, and that's what I always wanted, but now it seems different...Like they know who I am, and they want to say something, but they never do because it was I who left...
There's no love on these streets...
Do I dare even say it? I mean, we were close, so very close...We were like brothers, the love that strong, but never in a relationship sense. We were there for eachother, and that's what I had always hoped there would be. Now that there is a rift between us, I wish that I could just be there, stand in front of you, make you see that I was sorry for what had happened...
I have given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway...
And this world spat it right back at me...It doesn't matter how hard I cry, how many tears that fall,...how many times I curse you and your ideas of what was good for us, because it wasn't good, wasn't great like you said...Now I sit alone and broken like a shattered mirror that used to reflect your passion for life...Can you feel it too???
So this is my new freedom, it's funny, I don't remember being chained...
But now I know I am, chained to you like an old memory...and I'm crawling back just like so many times before, but this time I'm actually doing it...See, I can't forget, can't put it behind...Can't drop it like all the girlfriends I've had...Can't move on...
But nothing seems to make sense anymore...
Did it ever make sense? We were crazy...I mean, we were almost kids...Maturity wise, now it's a lot clearer to me...Wish we had that innocence now...Things will never be that simple again...
Without you I'm always twenty minutes late...
My plane's late, it always is, so now I get to wait...Wait in the place where he would find me the easiest. I can't help but look at all the happy, rushing people, no worries besides having to get on their planes. Then there's that feeling, a warmth and caring hand on my shoulder....I knew he would come...
"Hello Daniel..."
"Hello Darren...."
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